I would have called this post “heart attack!” but didn’t want to scare anybody. This is the box that arrived in the mail on Thursday. It was *supposed* to have a book inside. I think it might be the first time I’ve ever been thankful to have something I ordered, be out of stock.
I’m positive that the last thing on KnitPicks’ list was not “have Clydesdale step on one corner”. I think it’s safe to say that this is the result of a love-pat by one of the USPS’s pet gorillas. You’ll be pleased to know that the contents were unharmed.
I’ll save the photos of my yarn for MS3 for another post; I found the beads at a LXSS [local cross-stitch shop?] yesterday, and I think I’ll start sometime today; that is, if I complete the 14 repeats of the second bud lace pattern on my Swallowtail.
Yarn was not the only happy surprise to arrive on Thursday night. Some of you will recognize the face on the left: it’s Jo, all the way from Ireland for an impromptu Knit Night with the Sisters of the Wool. This is us, in Borders. I’m wearing the scarf made from the yarn that she sent me. Thanks, Julia, for taking the picture!
Jo stayed with another of the SOTW, and I only got to chat for a few minutes because it had been an exceedingly long day and my body was screaming for sleep. If you’re wondering “can she possibly be as nice and as smart and as funny as she is on her blog?”, the answer is absolutely, positively, go wake up a notary public but preferably not the one who works at Hellbent Tattoos, YES!
And she gives world-class hugs. [Even the East German judges would have been impressed.]
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!